Tulika, Author at Obsessivemom

“I want Blucon d, mama,” said H one day. Drat! I thought.. the advertising world’s caught up finally. What my dear baby didn’t know was that he’d been drinking ‘Blucon d’ for months together only he called it Nibu Pani. And now when I tried to explain, he thought I didn’t want to give him the real thing… aren’t kids supposed to have faith in their parents? But wait wasn’t it me who taught him to question everything.. me included? Well so then I showed him the pack, which thankfully matched with the one on the telly and peace was restored.

The children had a relatively sanitized television viewing till they turned four. Before that it was just cds or Cbeebies. Enter the furious fours and advertising has hit them like a deluge.

May I have some ‘exotic flavour’? H’s second demand had me stumped. He didn’t quite catch the ad. He didn’t know what ‘exotic’ meant or what ‘flavour’ was but he wanted it. That was a tough one to get out of.

H being the more avid TV watcher gets it worse than N. One day he asked me for chocos with milk. Personally I could never stomach the soggy combination hence I’d never given it to the kids. H however couldn’t get over the chocolate boat zooming on a river of milk and he pestered me no end. A single spoonful quietened him and he’s stuck to the dry chocos ever since.

N baffled me with her constant demand for ‘milky barbiewefa’ which turned out to be Milky Bar with Wafer… whew.

Once while at their grandparents they had a harried Nanu calling on the phone asking us to pick up a chocolate smoothie, whatever that was. In a fit of affection N nicknamed H chocolate smoothie because ‘he’s sweet and has smooth cheeks’. The name comes and goes depending on how much he has harassed her each day.

When I overheard Naisha saying ‘Aye Bunti.. apka sabun slow hai kya?’ I could only be relieved she modified the ‘tera sabun’ to ‘aapka sabun’. Small mercies.

However the award for the all time high irritant goes to the Poppins ad ‘Doon Kya’. I wish I could really give it to that kid for giving it to my kids.

15/09/201015/04/2017

Fun to be four

Four is a great age to be. Here’s why..

They aren’t really babies any longer so

no more bottle boiling
no more carrying food/milk to malls
no more arduous hours of burping (thank Gawd!)
no more having to handle howling kids at night (Generally)
no more carrying them around
they understand/ share a lot of things
they are great fun to talk to
they can run small errands (get my phone, switch off the TV, find my keys) of course only when they want to

…. and they aren’t too grown up either so

they do not have loads of homework
they still love to cuddle and hug and kiss (I so hope they NEVER outgrow that)
they still think you are the best (unlike the teens when they’ll get all judgmental)
they still think your cooking is out of the world (even I don’t think that)
they still don’t seem cheeky or oversmart just cute (another year and cute turns cheeky)